CHAPTER ONE: The Board Meeting.

The noise of cars and taxis hooting, or of scooters, flying past was deafening.

Anyone who stopped by to watch the scene would be amazed at the number of vehicles zooming past or crawling along when caught at the traffic lights.

From the outside viewer the Benz group was seen to glimmer and shine in the morning sunlight.

The sun rays penetrated through the glass windows making it to appear like a magical palace.

The sound of water dripping from a statue's mouth at the center of a glistening white fountain pleased the people who were seated on the public facility chairs while chatting away their worries while inattentively watching over the happy birds playing in the clear luscious liquid.

The meeting room was filled to capacity as the shareholders of the Benz Group awaited the arrival if the CEO, Benz Narong.

Suddenly the doors to the meeting room swung open.

Benz Narong padded through the room like a panther in slow-mo while his personal secretary, Nin Chomesri followed him from behind carrying some files and laptop.

Each shareholder in the meeting room had a laptop placed in front of him or her with a book and a pen.

A medium sized water bottle from a refined company Keit was placed next to the laptop on the long elongated glass rectangular shaped table.

There was a projector on a small side table where a young man stood with his light pen and a laptop placed on his side.

He was ready to present the newest project to the CEO and the shareholders in person now and wait for his review.

The lush, mother jet black hair he groomed so carefully had a rippling quality, a sign of his rude health.

The aquiline nose he sported complemented his prominent cheekbones.

Handsome in an understated way, his basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke of strength.

He possessed a latent, leonine power and always walked with purpose and authority.

People had always remarked that his best feature was his entrancing, wayfarer-blue eyes.

Sloe shaped, they could shine as bright as the evening stars when they were a-light with joy.

The young man walked over to where Gun Chatmanee was seated and pulled the chair next to hers then sat down on it.

His secretary,Nin Chomesri sat on the chair next to his after arranging everything in front of Benz Narong.

He truly looked handsome enough to make one fall for him.

"Let's begin." He said, his thunder roaring voice still echoed in the room even after he finished saying the sentence.

The young gentleman who was standing at the front of the long elongated rectangular glass table first fixed his glasses in position before he switched on the projector.

"The new project that we have finally decided to initiate is known as 'DRESS ME UP' which is a virtual game which will attract the young teens and little children." The man said but before he could continue Gun Chatmanee interrupted him.

"Excuse me young man but do not confuse what will happen for what is going to happen. It is not necessarily true that teens and young children are going to be intoxicated to the game so please avoid using the words 'which will' instead use 'may will'.

" She said.

After this statement all the shareholders turned their heads and stared at her.

They all thought that she was a namby-pamby woman like just the others.

She was totally right since there was no hundred percent stability that the game would attract the attention of young teens and little children.

"Please do continue but remember that there will be a revamp of the few data." Gun Chatmanee added.

"Okay, let's continue, please." The young man said.

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